1-900-Hustler Lyrics

[Shorty]Yeah whattup manI'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here manI'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me

[Beanie Sigel]Alright; hold on - Hova, line one

[Jay-Z]Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse itYou find a dude in town, you send him a short messageSay, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way aroundbut I got some soft white that's sure to come back brownI get that butter all nightcause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bikeThey keep buyin hard whiteAnd if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss priceFYI, I never been robbed in my life"Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib andlet her introduce you 'round town like her manShake hands, make friends like it's all innocentthen -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-upOr -- gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shitTake a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to themStill there Brooklyn?

[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy[Chris] Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog[Beans] Whattup?[Chris] I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap gameThe niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit[Beans] Yeah[Chris] Talkin 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills[Beans] Yeah I feel that[Chris] I know you well connected dogLet me holla at somebody real[Beans] Aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold onBleek, line two

[Memphis Bleek]Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the wordI ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurdYou find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch firstIf you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch firstYou new in town, no red and blue in town, there's gangsDon't get fresh, let 'em know you small changeThe strong move quiet, the weak start riotsWe know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties til they tiredWith no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetishand other niggaz who gettin it - DEAD ITMake 'em an offer that they can't refuseHe resists, box him in, til he can't be movedHere's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack itGet in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic900-Hustler, you pass it aroundWanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out{*click*, *dial tone*}

[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dogWhat seem to be the problem young boy?[MDKHN] Yo whattup, this Murder Def Kill Homicide Nigga(??) I got two freaks[Beans] Yo watch your fuckin mouth man[MDKHN] Fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga?Been on hold for about two hours nigga[Beans] I don't give a fuck how long you been on the line;shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on{*click*, *classical type music plays*}[MDKHN] I know this nigga ain't just put.. put me on hold manThis bullshit-ass elevator music[Beans] Free, pick up line five

[Free]First things first, watch what you say out your mouthwhen you talkin on the phone to hus-tlersNever play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couchwhen you sittin in the presence of cus-tomersNever hold out, pull out, throw heat and be outif a nigga ever think that he touchin-yaLay low, get cake, whip all over the stateStash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!)Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!)You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats?I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from thatMake sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he likeYoung, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight and yountil you up stay away from them dice and whoresThree smuts, two streaks and a dykecan pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sureAnd if it's tight, then he might come back for moreNine and four, everyday back and forthWinter to summer, 1-900-HustlerPass the number til you're stackin ballsTell you how to weigh shit wet and package moreI take cash or write the check out to F-Rtwo E's, that'll be two G'sAnd forget my money I'm comin for all your ki's, nigga{*click*, *dial tone*}

[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy dog[MDKHN] Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened[Beans] Yeah you stupid motherfucker {MDKHN: Watch your mouth man}you talkin all reckless on the phone[Beans] Fuck you think this the,Get-Indicted-Hotline or somethin motherfucker?[MDKHN] Yo, my bad man, my badI know I was talkin reckless earlier about them two chickensYou get it, you know, two chickens? But listen[Beans] What?[MDKHN] Just tell me how to move this shit manI'm pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla[Beans] Get a job, holla at Perdue!{*click*, *dial tone*}